Disclaimer: I don't own nothing, Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, I'm only messing about with her creation.
Summary: Bella's life in Forks is hell on earth, with Charlie's fiancee a total bitch and her step-sister dating her ex, Jacob Black. Nothing seems to be going well for her until she meets the towns new doctor, Edward Cullen. Will she get the fairy tale ending she always dreamed of with her dream man?
Ages:
Bella - 18
Alice -18
Emmett - 21
Edward - 31
Jasper - 22
A loud bang knocked me awake, jolting me up just as my dream turned to gold. I was back at the hospital, only this time Dr Cullen was doing a much more thorough job in his check up this time. There was also no family reunion and most importantly, the good doctor had a more R rated outfit on.
"Oh, great, you're up." My best friend Alice chirped. She fucking chirped. Bleary-eyed, I stared at the bright orange numbers on my alarm clock and almost wept as I took in the digets. 7.15 AM.
"Alice, its the crack of dawn!" I slumped back into my pillows and let my eyes fall shut as my so called friend went rummaging through my wardrobe. Alice Brandon was a force of nature that nothing short of a coma would stop her from getting her way. A shopaholic and a fashion freak, you could ponder how we were ever friends; before the Brandon's had moved to Forks, I had been a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. But Alice had 'cured' my aversion to clothing and make up and was proud to say I could put together an 'Alice approved' outfit.
I also wasn't a morning person, something Alice was. She was continuously buzzing, jumping up and down like a squirrel on crack and speaking a mile a minute. Yet I loved her for it, without Alice I would still be the lonely, angry girl in the background. She had taught me to have fun, to be confident with my looks because, face it, I was hot. It had taken me ages to see the truth in her words and I still doubted it at times. She had also taught me how to stand up for myself, something thirteen year old Bella never would've dreamed about.
A second later, she flopped down beside me and I peeked open an eye only to find her grinning like a loon at me. "Swan, you need coffee and a manicure. Like today."
Only I would have a best friend who would knock me out of bed the day after nearly being road kill with a grin on her face to tell me I needed my nails done. At least she had left my eyebrows alone and unoffended. She knew I was fine, we had spent well over three hours on Facetime the night before talking about Dr Cullen, cursing the Chief and Em out for ruining a chance to be alone with Dr Bedhead. Alice had nearly squealed with joy over my sudden obsession and wanted all the details. Once I had told her about that weird electricity, she claimed we were destined. I wanted to be sick.
After Jake, I was perfectly happy being single. There was plenty of boys to have fun with, but they weren't worth the eventual heartbreak that came with sticking to one guy. I was sure Dr Cullen could be included in that, as handsome he was. It didn't hurt to look though and it certainly couldn't hurt to get him to see me as more than 'the Chiefs daughter'.
The question was how? Faking an illness was an option but I was pretty sure every female with eyes had tried that trick making it sound less appealing the more I thought about it. It also sounded pretty desperate, like something Leah would do. I had no idea where he lived, odd in such a small town where everyone knew where everyone lived, so I couldn't take Alice's insane suggestion to jog by and 'injure' myself hoping he would come to my rescue like some damsel in distress, so I had done what any eighteen year old would do in my situation.
I searched for him on Facebook. And found a fucking goldmine.
No wonder the town knew all about him. The man knew nothing about internet privacy, nada, nothing. I could see his birth place, pictures, status's, though not many of them were from him, mostly tags from friends - namely a Jasper Cullen, who I quickly worked out was his younger brother, and it had yet to be updated since his move from Chicago. I went full stalker mode, egged on by Alice and only stopped at his birthday.
Dr Cullen or Edward as his Facebook page read was thirty one. Thirty-fucking-one! His age oddly didn't bother me, I was majorly disappointed if anything. Sure, he was a doctor and the chances he would find me even remotely appealing was slim to none without the thirteen year age gap thrown into the mix. He was a fucking Adonis and I was, well, me; Chief Swan's daughter but a girl can hope. This, though, shot down any chance of figuring out what that electricity was, it ruined all hope of finding out if his hair was a soft as it looked, let alone what fucking him would be like.
The upside? The Doc was single. SINGLE. How he wasn't snapped up with a wife and 2.5 kids with a house and all that shit, I had no idea.
"We have school unfortunately, Ali." I groaned. This was why I had wanted to make a reappearance yesterday, it would've given everyone time to get over the spectacle and by today, (yeah, I was fucking dreaming. This was Forks I was talking about) I could go on as normal. Instead I was signed up for six and a half hours of people I'd rather avoid asking questions about my health.
Fuck my life, there was nothing worse than fake concern and I had enough of it last night from the future step-momster.
"Nuh-uh, we have the day off, tomorrow too." Alice grinned, her blue eyes sparkling. "Principal Greene felt that yesterdays events were quite traumatic for the student body to deal with so we have a four day weekend. Thank you for nearly dying, Bells, Banner would've had my head if I flunked on the homework again."
I snorted, rolling my eyes at Alice but I realised what she fucking said. Four day weekend and she knocks me out of bed now? What a shithead.
"There's no school and you wake me up at this time?! What the hell?" I seethed, and knew I needed coffee before I was held accountable for my actions. I could wring her neck, literally. Alice was unfazed by my angry look and tone and grinned maniacally.
"Like I said, you need a manicure - today. My mom says there is nothing more refreshing than a day in the saloon after being knocked down in life. Or nearly killed by an ugly van in your case. So get ready while I make you coffee! Up, up, up!"
With the promise of coffee and knowing I had little choice in the matter, I sighed and sat up, wide awake and decided to hit the bathroom before Leah did. I would likely kill her if I had to spend another morning waiting for her to vacate the bathroom. Hell, I pictured dragging her ass back in there to drown her for leaving almost no hot water every day. Poor Seth had only cold showers for the past month.
Yawning and likely resembling a zombie from The Walking Dead, I grabbed my toiletries and the clothes Alice had fished out of my closet before trudging out the room and towards the bathroom. Half an hour later, I was face to face with a red faced Leah, and to rub it in just a little, I feigned ignorance over how long she had been waiting, knowing that any second she would be screaming over the lack of hot water. Payback's a bitch, Bitch.
Alice was already waiting for me with my make up out waiting along with a drier and brush, my 'Keep Calm and be a Pandicorn' mug sat streaming on my desk. I went straight for it, and drank deeply, breathing heavily, only half taking in today's gossip. Since school broke out yesterday, Tyler had lost his van, Angela and Eric were a 'thing' and Alice's boyfriend Garrett was throwing a party.
"You're kidding, right?" I grinned as I checked my cell. There was a bunch of texts, three from Tyler apologizing again, one from Angela, which I quickly answered and, just to confirm Alice's gossip, a group chat aptly named 'party!'
Garrett never cared about waiting for the school week to be out for a party, often throwing them whenever he pleased and rightly so, in a town so small, we needed as much entertainment as bloody possible. Getting drunk was one of them.
I was already planning my outfit, the pretty blue dress with the back missing I had purchased a month back, when I read where the party would be held. La Push. Seriously, it was like someone was pulling the strings of my life and taking a right good laugh at my expense. I had done a pretty pretty good job of avoiding that place, a hard feat when your dads best friends lived there who also happened to be your ex's dad but I thought it would be better than seeing Jake or getting myself arrested. Again.
But the temptation to just let my hair down, and forget Jacob was almost too real. What was the worst that could happen? He would be with Leah, the slimy fuck, and she would rub it in like she did around here. Reminding me that she had successfully stolen my boyfriend. I didn't see how it could get any worse than that.
I was best buddies with anger and disgust and sometimes, just sometimes I lost my rag and took it out on the people around me but coupled with my almost step sister and her fucking dick of a boyfriend and you could pretty much call me psychotic. It was a mystery I wasn't locked up, having blown a casket more than a few times in the last three months. Jake and Leah were my latest victims, or Jake's Volkswagen Rabbit had been, along with a poor defenseless bat that I chose as my weapon.
I remembered it as if it was yesterday when in fact it had happened three months ago. The day the carpet had been pulled from under my feet again. My luck sucked ass and that day proved that no happiness could be found in the small town of Forks.
I still woke up at night kicking myself over the realisation that my perfect boyfriend was a fucktard and a cheat. No one saw my side of it. Not the Chief, not the Step-momster and certainly not Leah. If anything, they focused more on the damage of Jake's car. Not the fact that Leah was humping my boyfriend like a bitch in heat.
It was safe to say that Jake and I were done and given the chance, I would happily feed his dick through a wood chipper, laughing like some crazed maniac.
"Why La Pushhh?" I whined, slumping down in the rocking chair in the corner of my room with a huff. Alice shot me a look, and with the brush pointed to the chair in front of her. I sighed, threw myself up and into the desired chair. Seconds later, the brush was tearing through my hair like a demon possessed and 'Barbie Bella' began. Any other person and I would've likely snapped at the roughness but Ali had a bloody gift with hair and make up. She also knew I would just throw it up into a scruffy bun, because Alice would surely find some reason to have our hairs done later. It was probably on her list to make sure she was perfect for Garrett.
"Because the La Push parties are sick, Bells." Alice said in a 'duh voice'. "He's having a bunch of driftwood fires set up along the beach, Riley is doing the food. Come on, you got to come, pleaaase? Garrett will be pissed if you miss it because of Black."
"Fine." I grumbled, not even bothering to look at the puppy dog eyes that I knew she was aiming at me. She would have her way, Alice Brendan was a terrifying force of nature. I pitied the fool who went against her.
Hell, who knows, it could be a fucking blast. Garrett's parties usually were.
I can't believe the response to this fic! I'd like to thank you for reading, and for reviewing, it makes me even more buzzed to write and I can't wait to get to the gritty stuff. So here's a little bit of Bella and Alice, I hope to have another chapter up by Sunday night the latest, maybe the party or if I'm feeling extra nice, a chapter from Edwards side of things. I hope you like my Alice, there will be more to her and believe me, her road to love will be a rocky ride.
